Lucky stood up from the ground as he looked around him, his upper arm ached due to the impact of being thrown off and hitting the ground with such a thud. He did not bother to brush the dust on his clothes off as he started to walk towards the mansion whose walls were frozen and glassy due to the ice.
He would have never imagined that the Nightwing's would end up like this. They were one of those clans that thought of themselves being better than others.. he actually did not understand why the Nightwing's hated his clan and yet they had never wronged them in any way.
So, now that they were no more like before, where were those other clans that they had made treaties and alliances with? Shouldn't they be here to help them out? But they were not here and they cared less so those treaties and alliances were of no use to them now.
